Words still aren't forming. Melissa is still trying to make sense out of this.
"Um...hello, Mr. Deadpool's Head. Are you in pain? Can I get you anything? Kelly's right. There's food coming. Pizza and wings." she offers, trying to treat this like it's a normal occurrence.
"Kelly, did you find him like this? Did those pirates do this to him?" she asks. There's a strong undercurrent of sadness in her voice now as she looks at Deadpool's Head.
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